The Story Of My Life - Father

Those were the times of great depression;

My father got stuck in the web of recession.

At the hospital, he got the face with the most tension,

Because now he is going to feed five from his pension.

The bloody red thing had already gone down,

Still there was no crying sound.

Finally, I was born a stillborn at morn;

But my mother was already gone.

My father cried at the cadaver of his wife,

At that moment I was given this life.

None came forward to comfort him,

When he was crying with lights dim.

We were now reduced to four,

At the final goodbye, people showed their fake deplore.

My father showed them the door,

When he can't tolerate them anymore.

They all gave him advice to relive his life,

By having a second new wife.

In overprotectiveness of my father my seven years pass;

Because of which I didn't go to any class.

My father gave me home tuitions;

Which were far better than any institution.

Still I hate his teachings under the neem tree,

But after some years, came to my own understanding

Of why he didn't leave me so free.

The day came which he feared,

A place where I had to go without him anymore near.

He wanted to fight the rules,

That it is necessary to go after preschool.

But before going he made me one thing clear,

Never ever do wrong to your peers.

Everything was good, everything was fine,

In school like the sun, I brightly shined.

Still father was finding a particular job;

Somehow he manages to marry my sister to a girl's heartthrob gob.

The marriage was not so huge,

The groom thought the father's a Scrooge.

We were now reduced to three,

Out of which two didn't agree.

Father had taken a job which didn't guarantee,

That he'll be coming home safely as he had become a draftee.

The thing got started which everyone hated,

The thing in which none can't do anything except shed tears on their fate.

The thing that frightened us happened,

Father didn't come back as he had promised.

He had said that he'll come back before I cut my twelfth cake,

But the only thing that came was heartache.

We are now reduced to two,

They weren't able to find the corpse for the adieu.

My feeling like an ingredient in a flavoured drink brew.

The mob can smell the aroma,

I thought anyone would give me its flavoured cue, but none did it.

My tears made me felt like the neem tree,

The feeling which he must have felt when it was hew.